Black Cream lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah, talking to himself]
{*clears throat*} Aiyyo... aiyyo, what's wrong, man?
Aye, nah, man...
Yo, these n*ggas over here frontin' on me and sh*t
Talkin' about I was sayin' this and that and the third
n*ggas gettin' the whole sh*t twisted, like...
Where them n*ggas at?
Them n*ggas that be up--who stay on the block over here?
Yeah, son, them n*ggas... I don't know, man...

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Yo!
Yo, who that?!
Yo, it's Tone! Open the f*ckin' door
Tell that n*gga (Yeah, tell that b*tch...)
Tell that n*gga Jack to come out...
Where Jack at? Jack...!

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
So you said what, now? You got the whole sh*t twisted
That was the other day, pa, you just like them b*tches
Faggot ass n*ggas, stay bumpin' they gums
Tell me why when you dirty, hearin' cops out, you never run?
Are you holdin' something in–that the hood don't know?
'Cause if you are, get to truckin', b*tch, 'cause you gotta go
It's not a threat, it's a promise, I tell you, don't make your mama feel it
You'll be rockin' a toe ring in the morgue, your body, she'll reveal it
[Hook: Ghostface Killah, singing]
Ya'll n*ggas kill me and ya'll–ya'll know ya'll booty
So please get ya'll punk ass off the street
Please, please – do it for your family
Don't be stupid (Oh no)
Don't make me use it (No, Lord)
'Cause you can't sell here anymore...

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Did you think I was playin'–when I told you before?
You can't come back here, I'll open you up like a pap smear
Actin' like you ain't got fear – n*gga, you'll get popped here!
Matter fact, I'm a street doctor, take this shot here!
Blaow! Yo, I didn't smile, so –
Take off your jewelry now, di*k
So what ya leg is bleedin'? Here, put this in your mouth an'–
Chew on the barrel of love, get lost in "lead-you" town
You look thirsty, I should have wet you down, but not now –
You hear those sirens crying, climbing, trying to Save Private Ryan
b*tch n*gga on the floor for lying, and he whining
Diming on n*ggas, mindin' your business
Perfect timing for finding bullsh*t sliders
Swine and sisters – he a wack n*gga